Chapter 12
Gabriella’s POV
I instinctively tried to close the door, wanting to avoid any confrontation.
Kayden blocked it with his foot, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you avoiding me?”
He leaned closer, studying my face. “You’re upset about Charlotte, aren’t you?”
I quickly shook my head. “Not at all. I’m happy for you both. You deserve each other.”
Something flickered in his eyes – dissatisfaction, perhaps.
“Really? Or is that sarcasm?” He let out a harsh laugh. “Come on, Gabriella. Don’t tell me you’re still not over me? That drunken kiss at your 18th birthday party – did you think I didn’t know about that?”
“All those love letters you’ve been hiding away – I’ve read every single one. You thought you were so subtle, but everyone in this house could see right through you. Your eyes gave you away every time.”
“Not confessing was the smartest thing you’ve ever done. I would have laughed in your face.”
“Laughed at how pathetic it was.”
He strode past me to my desk, yanking open the bottom drawer. Grabbing a stack of letters, he scattered them across the floor, stepping on them deliberately.
“I’ve raised you since you were seven, Gabriella. I’ve been like a father to you, and this is how you repay me? Harboring these sick feelings?”
“You knew Charlotte was the only one for me, yet you still wrote these disgusting letters. You make me sick!”
He leaned in close, whispering: “That’s why I came here – I saw how you looked at me yesterday when I was drugged. I know you wanted to ‘help’ me. Thank God you didn’t. I would have been revolted for life. You’re not worthy of touching me.”
My heart clenched painfully. Even though I no longer loved him in this life, his cruel words still cut deep.
After warning me to stay away from him and Charlotte, he slammed the door on his way out.
Not wanting to face them anymore, I left to handle my overseas paperwork. I deliberately returned late, around 10 PM.
The moment I entered my room, something felt off. My bed had been disturbed.
Then I saw Charlotte’s latest social media post – a selfie of her in bed with the caption: “Nothing like a luxury mattress for the perfect night’s sleep! I mentioned having trouble sleeping once, and he immediately replaced my mattress. This is what happens when a man truly loves you!?”
She’d taken my custom mattress – the $100,000 one Kayden had specially ordered when my back injury flared up earlier this year.
He used to be kind to me too. He knew exactly what it meant to treat a young girl he’d raised with such affection, yet he’d encouraged my feelings. Now he stood on his moral high ground, condemning me for loving him inappropriately.
And now, based on one casual comment from Charlotte, he’d given away my mattress without even telling me.
Kayden appeared in my doorway, his voice casual. “Charlotte’s a light sleeper, so I gave her your mattress. Your back’s fine now anyway – any mattress will do.”
I didn’t look up, just mumbled a quiet “Mm-hmm.”
His eyes narrowed. “What’s with this sudden maturity, Gabriella? You’re acting strange. Aren’t you usually furious when I’m nice to others? What are you plotting?”
“Im warning you if you try anything against Charlotte, you’ll regret it.”
1 finally looked up. “I’m not plotting anything. I just want everyone to leave me alone.”
Ten’t the who you always wantsil Kayden? Por me to grow up? Von shosilil he happy twite, shovädn’t you?”
He prend his lips ragaches, his voice dripping with saresem: “Oh, so now you’re Little Miss Perfect, aren’t you? Flow meter fuk “
The worined a simming the door the typical reaction when angry.
But these no interest in soothing his temper anymore
He anger meant nothing to me now Soon, I would be gone.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.